I'm just gonna cut right to the chase folks; this relocation extravaganza hit me haaaaaard. I've been keeping my head down, focusing on the kids, and have left dear Deserae to keep I2TB afloat while I figure things out. WARNING: I'm about to vent; so here's a photo of someone else's cat to soften the blow.
We're on a WILD ride. Nothing is certain. From leases to visas, shit's crazy. We waited, and waited, and waited for MONTHS for an answer on our UK visa applications, and the seemingly endless stream of "reasons" from the attorneys why things were inching along so slowly got downright infuriating. It's impossible to make plans for your family, for your soon to be kindergartener, under such circumstances.
Things got a bit easier when we accepted the opportunity to open another office on the east coast and head back to the states. Tyler left last month to drive our car from Kanab (near-ish to Las Vegas) to Boston, where I sit presently... smack dab in the middle of the city, 23 floors up in a high rise AirBnB for the month.
The view is A-MAZING, but this apartment is way weird. High-end finishings, grown-up comic nerd uber stylized interior... but this dude just peaced out to France leaving the drawers full of clothes, multiple lubes, condoms, European & UK notes and his shoe collection on full display. Seriously, the shoes. This guy has an obsession worse than a male version of Carrie Bradshaw. And he clearly doesn't cook. No cutting board, no baking dishes, I'm thinking maybe he justifies that with his other collection of ten thousand bowls and several dozen colanders. I'm not even mad. I almost want to meet this guy and ask if he's running a social experiment.
Soooooo anyway... we're expanding sooner than expected. The company is doing well and we're here to tuck in for a while and open the east coast office. ALL GOOD THINGS. Exhausting but good things. I've avoided posting recently since all of this chaos has left me in a slump both emotionally and physically and no one wants to read about that. However, my absence here at ITTB should be explained. C'est la vie. The way out is through, right? Here we go...
I messed up my back
Somewhere in between chasing 2 small boys across Europe and dragging our luggage, my monolithic 1430 Pelican Case & double stroller everywhere, I sustained an injury to my lower back that literally had me laid up in bed for days upon arrival in Ireland and has caused problems ever since. It's worsened over the last 8 months and I've only recently found relief through a series of stretches and blahhh blah blah. I'm getting old.
The kids got sick
Kids get sick several times a year, we know this, but developing immune systems get easily overwhelmed when traveling. The four of us had a tummy bug the first week in France, and *everyone* suffered through a particularly nasty virus upon arrival in Ireland. The kids were hit hard on both accounts, sending The Goober to the ER and then Little Biscuit and I spent 3 days in isolation for pneumonia at the Royal Hospital for Sick Children. SCARY. He then achieved his very first ear infection just 2 weeks later. These things are stressful enough without the added bonus of paying for everything out-of-pocket (reimbursed later) and not having a familiar pediatrician to turn to.
I'm typically pretty relaxed about germs but damn people... THIS is how a germaphobe is born.
We struggled to find our rhythm in Scotland
We scored a small flat in a traditional tenement in arguably one of the best neighborhoods for kids in Edinburgh. I didn't anticipate lugging the kids, fully loaded double stroller, groceries etc up & down a flight of stairs multiple times a day would be that hard on my back (wrong), or that the rain would keep us cooped up as often as it did. I didn't anticipate living in a virtually empty house for a month with only one functioning window and closet-of-a-kitchen with a possessed faucet to be so difficult, or that living without a tumble dryer would all but kill me. In our life pre-children, it would have been totally do-able. With kids though... yikes. SORRY SCOTTISH NEIGHBORS!
I'm embarrassed to admit it's never taken me so long to ramp up in a new place, and we've moved a LOT.
Anyway, that's it. Thanks for sticking with me this far! I do feel better having vented a bit. We'll be house hunting for our next 1 year rental over the next couple of weeks. And at the end of this lease we're aiming to buy. It looks like Boston is the end of the line for the Foster clan... at least until something better comes along.